Mir Da'Len Somniar- A DA: Inquisition Fanfiction

Chapter 2

"Lethallan." Solas interrupted her thoughts. Not that her thoughts were making much sense. Trying to recall anything about the conclave was a fool's errand but it kept bothering her, even now, when they knew who was behind the explosion and the Divine's murder. She glanced at her hand, 'how did this get here?' she sighed and turned her head slightly.

"Solas?"

She continued walking up the rocky slope. He sad nothing, just gestured to the rocks stacked ahead of them. They climbed up and soon a view opened up in front of them. It stole her breath, strong and large. A place of safety. Nothing like she had ever seen in days when her clan walked the Free Marches.

"Skyhold." Solas stated, placing his staff in front of him and leaning on it, his serene eyes watching her. She could not hide the excitement. The Inquisition's new home would be there. Safe and large enough to hold more people than currently walked with them. They could grow and prosper there. And eventually strike Corypheus down. So she would never get to see the future that she walked in Redcliff again. A chill travelled down her spine and she shuddered a bit, Solas' hand rested on the small of her back, calming and reassuring.

Hours later, they had finished setting up temporary resting places and tents with equipment. Cassandra, Cullen, Leliana and Josephine seemed to disappear just as most of the work was finished. She sighed, just like in Haven, never including her in the importantl decisions. She thought that after she made a stand for going to help the mages and then stood to face the consequences that burried Haven, they would put more trust in her. They called her The Herald of Andraste, a symbol of the shemlen faith, but they still excluded her from talks. Perhaps they blamed her for losing Haven. Maybe if she had gone to talk to the templars this would not have happened. She shook her head, Corypheus had the red templars, losing the templars that still stood as the order they used to be would displease him just as much. But they might not think that way. She saw the look in the commander's eyes after she woke up. He stared her down, as if measuring if she was still worth their trust. She tried to smile it off and not show it hurt her, but she feared he saw her lips twitch. Shaking her head she left the armory where she just finished stacking away weapons with the Iron Bull. He was nice to her, seemed to respect her. At least someone did.

Across the courtyard she could see Solas walking with his arms behind his back, observing the building, their eyes met shortly after.

"Hello." He smiled his typical measured greeting but his eyes held a softness that she had not noticed in Haven. Slowly Luthwén approached him, nodding a greeting back.

"It is impressive, is it not? When I walked the fade in my sleep I only caught glimpses, but Skyhold called to me with an intensity like most strong fortresses I have seen in my journeys." He looked around the premises of Skyhold. Luthwén nodded quietly, expecting him to continue, like he usually did when talking about the fade. His voice was soothing, and stories intriguing. In Haven, she often spent time in his quarters, listening to tales of his journeys when she needed to calm her mind before being rushed into another errand. They had walked the forests around the camp, exchanging knowledge of plants growing there. In Haven, Solas was a source of calmness for her, but after their heated discussion about the elven culture she felt wary approaching him.

"They are children acting out stories misheard and repeated wrongly a thousand times." the sentence resonated in her, making her doubt he had any respect for her. The way he looked at her vallaslin, she sometimes thought she saw contempt in his eyes.

But Solas did not continue talking, he simply studied her face. "Do you still have restless dreams?" He asked after a moment.

"Yes. The future I saw at Redcliff... Leliana's death. Cassandra and Bull's sacrifice." She shuddered hugging herself. "I wish that what I saw felt like a dream. But it was real and can happen."

His touch surprised her. His palm felt soft against her cheek, the brief contact drawing blood into them.

"Lethallan, you have shown strength in Haven. You have the strength to change what you saw. Do not doubt yourself." Their eyes locked and she held her breath, searching to understand what brought about the sudden gentleness. And then it was gone. Replaced by the stoic distance he usually maintained. "You should rest. Perhaps Skyhold will keep your dreams safe." He smiled briefly, with a hint of... mischief?